November 2011
174 posts
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via forgettimeforgivelife)
Futile Devices - Sufjan Stevens.
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve memorized your face It’s been four hours now since I’ve wandered through your place And when I sleep on your couch I feel very safe And when you bring the blankets I cover up my face I do love you I do love you And when you play guitar I listen to the strings buzz The metal vibrates underneath your fingers And when you crochet I feel...
“The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Finale,” trans. William O’Daly (via the-final-sentence)
“I sat on the bench outside of class today and talked to Jon. I read to him from...”
– Sabrina Ward Harrison, The True and the Questions: A Journal
“What we don’t let out traps us. We think, No one else feels this way, I...”
– Sabrina Ward Harrison
“Barefoot travel allows you to get the true feel of a place.”
– Sabrina Ward Harrison
“Maybe you’re one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them....”
– Kim Addonizio, Ordinary Genius: A Guide for the Poet Within
“… All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of...”
– Kim Addonizio
“This? This is for you. Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns you are...”
– Anis Mojgani “Shake the Dust”
“I am doing something I hate for you. This is what it means to be in love.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with...
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink....”
– Charles Bukowski, Women
